The Latest Hour

by Joanna

When I am alone at night
When my hands begin to wander
Fingers sliding over skin
Piquing curiosity between my legs
I find I am invariably swayed
By the imprint of you
When I inhale and find my depth
My senses find you
Skipping like stones across water Through places among here and there
As if there existed no matter at all Separating our spheres
Body in motion
I move my hips
Grinding against only a toy
Yet reliving me all over you again